I would like to be a bird to fly and be free. Be by myself with the wind and find peace and calmness. Flying without wings. My family says I have a cold heart since my dad was killed in Colombia. I feel unable to love anyone and even though many years have passed, I still miss him. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t have a heart so that I don’t feel life’s beatings any more. But I do have a heart that feels and writes as a bird longs for the skies.